Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Japan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Supertramp to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sonic Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
The Doors,
Kaleidoscope,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Bourne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moby Grape,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ronnie Foster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tres Demented,
David McCallum,
The Gories,
Television Personalities,
New Order,
Stockholm Monsters,
Al Stewart,
Negative Approach,
John Coltrane,
the Association,
Sam Rivers,
Connie Case,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lindisfarne,
Average White Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Maurizio,
Half Japanese,
Excepter,
DJ Sneak,
Yazoo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Move,
Quadrant,
Scion,
Darondo,
Erasure,
The Victims,
John Lydon,
The Cramps,
Eve St. Jones,
Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
Siglo XX,
Soft Machine,
John Cale,
Sonny Sharrock,
Howard Jones,
Radio Birdman,
Jeff Mills,
Motorama,
Godley & Creme,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.